I knew addiction
the day I struggled to log...
The mystic secret of the night
Embraces us and holds us tight...
In a dress of blood might i dance with the demon,
For it has always given me a sick twisted kind of...
Hells rain catchers pointing skywards,
red and cutting shapes like broken eggshells...
How am I supposed to feel?
People and voices keep on telling me...
Can't feel my fingers
can't feel my toes...
WARNING: Graphic...
It's glowing, red eyes pierce through my soul,
taking with it any shred of bravery left...
The misleader is luring me
out of the light...
You tangle
me in your thick web...
This journey had started when
I learned how to hold a pen...
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I tried fixing the shape onto this website but it...